Today I will be a racist. Yes, I am, as a friend told me recently, going to be as “vitriolic” as all hell. I’m going on an all-out attack against those who accuse me of persecuting them, of doing bad things to them, of calling them racial epithets, and probably think of me as performing despicable actions against their pit bulls, Chihuahuas, and camels. However, I’m not going to do all of this in the order you might first surmise.
My first assault will be on the fourth son of that wonderful, glorious human being, Osama bin Laden. Omar – no relation to the tent maker of the same name – has the audacity to say that he reserves the right to take legal action against the United States and internationally, “…to determine the true fate of our vanished father.” Listen asshole, in that regard, the United States then has the right to determine the true fate of all of those men and women who have yet to be identified after your father sent his mind-fucked minions to destroy the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and wherever the hell those other idiots were going before a group of genuine A-number-one-heroes decided that enough was enough and sacrificed themselves so it couldn’t happen. In addition to which, those people weren’t even promised virgins or honey knowing that they were going to die. For you to say that, “We hold the American President (Barack) Obama legally responsible to clarify the fate of our father, Osama bin Laden, for it is unacceptable, humanely and religiously, to dispose of a person with such importance and status among his people, by throwing his body into the sea in that way, which demeans and humiliates his family and his supporters and which challenges religious provisions and feelings of hundreds of millions of Muslims.” You must be one of the mentally incompetent bin Laden boys to make such an idiotic statement. Let me see if I can reword your own statement in an attempt at a bit of clarification: “We hold the Al Qaeda President (Osama) bin Laden legally responsible to clarify the fate of our fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and all other friends and relatives, for it is unacceptable, humanely and religiously to vaporize or otherwise murder people of such importance and status to their friends, families and supporters and which challenges religious provisions and feelings of hundreds of millions of Christians, Jews, Muslims and all other true religions.” Does that about sum it up, Skippy? Because if it doesn’t, why don’t you take your head out of your ass and look at your father for what he really was? Yo daddy was not a nice person. Therefore, don’t you go around saying that it’s alright for him and his followers to do as them damn well please, torture and murder as many people as they see fit. It didn’t seem to matter to your papa whether those people were fellow Muslims or of other beliefs, but when “those people” turn around and do it unto you, it’s wrong. I’m sorry, but you just can’t have it both ways. You say that “…the goal was to kill and not arrest.” Yes, and your point is? What was the goal on September 11, 2001? I can just hear it now…”Oh, that was different.” Please, don’t insult me with asinine comments that merely serve to make me angrier than I should ever become at my age.
Omar bin Laden reminds me of many inner-city Blacks in America. “You owe me because ’my people’ have been held down and persecuted by ‘your people.’ What a crock that is. Poor Dr. King and poor Frederick Douglass, poor Mr. Booker T. Washington, and poor so many other great Black leaders who had suffered the same persecution and who rose above it all to become men who were and are respected by people of all colors. The problem today seems to be that the Black community is no community. When irresponsible Black or White mothers on the dole are popping out kids and can’t even name the man or men who might be the fathers, there is something wrong. When the governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts says that he’s going to meet with the mothers and community leaders to find ways to stop youth violence, I have to ask, “What about the fathers?” If you don’t even include fathers in your remarks, what are you thinking? When ten, eleven, twelve-year old Black children are out walking the streets of Roxbury and Mattapan at two or three o’clock in the morning, where the hell is the sense of responsibility of the parents? Who is accountable for that child? When a gun is as easy to buy as a gallon of milk on lower Washington Street or in parts of Mission Hill, there is a serious social issue at stake. When a “gentleman” and his beautiful wife whom I thought I knew were arrested for possession of guns and drugs as well as being accused of robbery and murder, I realize that my world is so white bread as to be ridiculous. The problem is not me; the problem is not ‘my people;’ the problem is not that I have it and you want it, therefore you should get it any way you can. No, the problem is that too many Black kids are willing to take what they want, whenever, and however they want. To those of you who are my friends and haven’t seen this side of me, I won’t apologize because you know it’s true. There are millions of Black people in the United States and elsewhere who work twice as hard as their White counterparts. Unfortunately, it’s those who don’t; those who are willing to deal drugs, rob, and even kill who get the headlines. There must be a reason.
While I’m going after folks – okay, I’ve attacked the Muslims and the Blacks – I have a couple of gripes about America’s immigration policies. Every day, hundreds of illegal Mexican aliens come across the border on false papers or go to work from their homes in California, Arizona, Texas, and other states. They pick crops, mow lawns, clean swimming pools. They serve as maids or servants for the wealthy. They make more money in a month than they could make in a year in their own country…if they could find a job in their own country. They take jobs that haughty Americans feel are beneath them…these are the same people who bitch about not being able to find work, by the way, and they work their butts off, thankful for the few dollars that they can put in their pockets. My only problem with these people is that I wish they could be absorbed into our country legally in order that they assume their fair share of the burdens we carry, much of which is paid for by taxes. You want to work in my country, fine; become part of my country by becoming a citizen of the United States. Remember your heritage, fine; but don’t insist that you have your own flag flying from any public building. You wish to speak your own language, great; just remember that English is the language spoken here. These may appear to be big mountains to climb for someone coming in illegally from Mexico…pay taxes, not fly the Mexican flag, and learn English? “Oh, that’s too much,” you say? Guess what, the Italians, Polacks, Serbians, Germans, etc, all did it…and so can you. If you wish to live in America, become an American.
A friend of mine worked in the California school system for over twenty years. She talks about the 15 and 16-year old girls who would come to school and announce their pregnancy. They wouldn’t get an abortion because they were good Catholic girls it was against God’s law. Excuse me, but isn’t it also against God’s law to have pre-marital sex. Their classmates would congratulate them. Sometimes, they could even tell who the father was. They would use the free (somebody has to be paying) pre-natal care clinics and when the baby was born, somebody else had to take care of him or her while Mommy either went back to finish her education or to her less-than-minimum-wage job.
Let me end this diatribe by talking about those illegal immigrants who cross into this country along the Rio Grande, not to look for work, but to look for the fast buck. These are the drug dealing mules who work for the high-living cartel members. They are not afraid to kill ranchers or anyone else who gets in their way. President Obama seems to believe that a wall along the border will stop these people. It will not. My personal suggestion would be to tear down the wall and put up a three-mile desert zone, a wasteland that extends three miles south of the Rio Grande into Mexico and three miles north into the United States. Oh, but wait, there are towns in those areas. Tough! You want to stop the immigration problem or not. In that barren region, Mexico and the United States place ground sensors and mines. Yes, there will still be roads in and out of each country. Yes, they will be patrolled. Yes, if a vehicle stops for more than one minute anywhere along that road, a ground sensor will be activated and alert the local immigration air forces who will immediately launch a helicopter to determine what the heck is going on. Is all of this possible? Absolutely. Can we relocate towns along the border? Yes we can. Will the Mexican government cooperate? Absolutely not. Their immigration laws are ten times as strict as our own, and any of their citizens they can foist off onto the US, so much the better; fewer for them to worry about.
Am I being vitriolic in my attacks? You bet I am. Too few people speak out about these problems or if they do, they attempt to sugar-coat them. Omar bin Laden is a fool; Black Americans who believe they are being persecuted have abrogated their responsibilities and any degree of accountability. Those who feel we’re doing a good job of taking care of our Southern border with Mexico are somewhere in la-la land. Let’s get with the program, folks, and if you find this little essay offensive…too damned bad!
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